After this post, as far as I’m concerned, Christmas has arrived. But this is a demolition job that’s been building up inside me for, ooh, I’d say only, you know – the last thirty years. Ever since, in fact, I started having doubts about feminism.
When I was much younger – the late Sixties and early Seventies – there was a thing called FemLib, later changed – as it became a mass movement – to Women’s Lib. There was a real need for it, and the reason was simple: many blokes (especially in the US) still had the woman-as-chattel-I-can-hit-when-I’m-pissed Edwardian outlook to the opposite gender. Huge tracts of law were incredibly mysogynist, office environments were at best patronising towards women, and the biologically more passive and gentle side of women had been bullied into believing that their only raison d’etre was home, kids and cooking.